Yet Another Poem (Yawn)

Lost On Me

They take your abuse
And then they beg for more

They come crawling back
When you’ve shown them the door

You poison everything you touch
You corrupt it to the core.

Your reputed charisma is lost on me
I have witnessed your fallibility

You prey upon the weak
But I am strong

I wish I were a weapon
So that I could slay you

I wish I were a God
So that I could strike you down.

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